Scroll 6 Lyrics

Over the rooftops of the Poor Clares' ConventNear Ladbroke Grove, a pit of fiery tormentAn airship ascendsAt the helm, dressed in brocade and ski shadesOur born aristo gives a jovi...Read Full Lyrics

The Seventh Scroll — I Am FalconettiIt was a lament that gathered volume in educated quarters in the twilight years of 20th century England. How, wondered those who fancied thems...Read Full Lyrics

I am FalconettiAnd I shed no tearsFor the English clergy that brought me hereI weep silently for BillieI am FalconettiAnd God spoke to meHe said "cry no more for Jimmy Five-Bellies...Read Full Lyrics

The Eighth Scroll — The Morris Man ComethNo occupation can take root without the connivance of local collaborators. They are often people widely loathed and suspected by their co...Read Full Lyrics

The Ninth Scroll — Tim Hardin MPDuring the high-rolling hubris of the late 20th century, Ireland chooses to expend some of its looted lucre on extending generous tax breaks to ar...Read Full Lyrics

The chemist's shop on Regent StreetIt bustles through the nightBy candlelight, a power strikeNo London swing in sightMonkeys to quell'til division bellGood evening, Mr Hardin, sirY...Read Full Lyrics

Blakey and Olive, freaks and fascistsIt's a Knockout with tiny moustachesThe Mosley frontbench, cheered on by the massesTake on the cast of On the BusesA cry goes up: "I'll get you...Read Full Lyrics

The Eleventh Scroll — The Australian IRA ShowAmong the frustrations of life in the antipodes is the ceaselessly nagging sense that everything really interesting or important is h...Read Full Lyrics

All Tomorrow's PartiesOur agent says it's calledAs we pull up in the seaside rainto the Butlins bingo hallAs we wire up pyrotechnicsAnd the lighting rig is raisedThe extras pin on ...Read Full Lyrics

The Twelfth Scroll — My Mother My Dead MotherEngland's former capital once served as haven and headquarters for uncountable unwanted royalty. Among the more picturesque to have f...Read Full Lyrics